Monday After Easter

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Monday After Easter


Taking a break from taxes to pay 

my civic duty, which is to say 

amid the riotous red  

of Azalea just how green 

it all is around here, 

I mean everywhere really 

really green in every bracket 

of being, like we live 

lost in the overgrowth

of God’s chest hair 

and he is swelling up

his biggest wind-

fall to sing summer. Can you 

believe how close we are

to the treasury, how non-deductible

this life's employment?


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